Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Leader

Atticus came out of his thoughts to see Ember, Aurora, and the rest of the trainees approaching him.

He couldn't react as suddenly a petite girl collided with his already struggling form, making him fall on his back.

Atticus felt a huge wave of pain wrack his body, and despite not being a stranger to pain, he couldn't help but let out a low grunt.

He looked down at his chest to see the source of his problems: Aurora, who hugged him with her face buried in his chest.

As he was about to complain, he suddenly felt wetness on his chest where Aurora's head was buried.

Atticus let out a warm smile at Aurora's quiet sobbing. He raised his hand, giving her gentle pats on her head. 'She must have been worried,' he thought.

However, he just couldn't resist, "You were always a crybaby," he teased Aurora with a chuckle.

She immediately flinched, letting out a low-pitched sound, and then she cleaned off her tears on his clothes and gave him a swift punch in the stomach, which caused Atticus's face to scrunch.

She quickly stood up and retorted, "Who's a crybaby!?"

Atticus let out a chuckle, rubbing his stomach where Aurora had just punched while standing up.

As soon as he stood up, another figure suddenly hugged him, but this hug was a bit more subdued, muttering in a barely audible tone, "I'm glad you're okay."

Atticus, seeing Ember hug him, widened his eyes in astonishment. The silent, cold beauty actually hugged him? He was completely shocked.

Don't get him wrong; he knew that despite her cold character, she loved him and the family deep down, but this was the first time she was showing it openly.

Atticus gave another warm smile and gently patted her head, without any teasing remarks this time. He didn't want to say anything that would discourage her from acting like this; he liked caring Ember.

After a few seconds, they separated, and Atticus turned his gaze to the rest of the trainees.

They all currently numbered about 45. Five of them had died before Atticus had come back from the Life Weapon's realm.

Atticus let out a short sigh. It was truly terrible, but they were already dead; what else could he do? The dead could only stay dead.

Despite the fact that he had healed their injuries, they all still looked terrible. Their clothes were completely torn and dirty, with blood stains everywhere.

One could never tell that these were all young masters and ladies of the esteemed Ravenstein family.

Each of the trainees gazed at Atticus with one expression. It wasn't shock; it wasn't awe. It was the kind of expression one gives to things they couldn't comprehend: fear.

They all knew what they were capable of; they knew what they could do. They were well aware of what the geniuses and the so-called monsters in the human domain were capable of.

But what was this? What could they call this boy with piercing blue eyes?